23 April 2012
Pretty checkout girl. As sad as this sounds, you make my day.
I'm really ticked off that they've taken you away.
They've replaced you with a robot, her name is self service.
But she does'nt talk back, smile, or make me nervous.
Now you work at the pharmacy selling meds and prescriptions.
And I keep buying pills, just to see you. Not to feed my addictions.
Pretty checkout girl, next time I see you I swear that I'll say.
Hi, how's it going? Just some aspirin today.
Service Please • Opuss № I